Howling Hills of Howth

By JPC Bryant

Beautiful, Peaceful, Inspiring, and Heavenly Howth nestled on the hilly peninsula east of Dublin. Visitors, denizens, and tourists trek the Cliffs for breathtaking views of the Irish Sea and the green hills of howth where the misty fog, howling winds, and seaside lifestyles have taken root for thousands of years.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Bryant Books, LLC
• Release date: Aug 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9780692181546

JPC Bryant

JPC Bryant, born in 1984, grew up in Northern California among the rolling hills, wide reading valleys, skyscraper redwoods, and vast Sierras. He's a proud father, and a man of Christian faith. While writing is his passion, he also enjoys fitness, video games, traveling, and researching his family's genealogy. Before choosing to become a writer and author, JP spent 15 years in various IT fields from Database Administration, Website Development, System Administration, and Software Engineering. He's an avid sports fan of the San Jose Sharks, Golden State Warriors, San Francisco Giants, and San Francisco 49ers. In 2012, he left his home state of 28 years and moved to the East Coast. Living in Virginia Beach, and then moving north to Western Maryland where he resides today.

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A DETECTIVE’S TALE: HOWLING HILLS OF HOWTH

Story by:

JPC Bryant

Published by:

Bryant Books, LLC.

Howth Homicide

Throngs of fans packed the auditorium. Shouts, and whistles, of excitement filled the air. The energy was electric in anticipation. Dave, gripping his ’68 Olympic white Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, took the stage. This moment was the realization of a lifelong dream. The bass drum began its rhythmic beat as the drummer banged his sticks together in unison with the rhythm. The crowd feeling the moment all began clapping along with his timing. Dave jumped in with his first chords and riffs. The crowd began to lose its mind. The bass jumped in along with the hi hat and crash symbols.

Dave took his place at his microphone, How we feelin’ tonight, Howth!?

The crowd roared in response, and Dave started into the song.

Whoa, Black Betty Bam-ba-Lam! Whoa, Black Betty Bam-ba-Lam!

As he continued to sing the song he could feel the intensity of the crowd, the heat from the stage lights, the thrill and adrenaline of performing in front of a massive crowd pumping through his veins. This was a dream come true! What was that noise though? Was someone snapping their fingers?

The music distanced and quieted down, and he opened his eyes to the green grassy hills of Howth. The sounds of roaring crowds were replaced by the sounds of the waves crashing into the rocks below. Standing before him were two police officers wearing yellow reflective vests. One of them holding his right ear bud in his left hand.

Oh, um, Black Betty. She really gets me high…you know that’s no lie. Dave said.

Dave glanced back and forth between the two of them.

Aye, we know the song. What are ya doin’ at our crime scene, kid!? The